Dawn was just breaking when Ruth opened her eyes. It was quiet; the early Saturday morning had yet to rouse many Londoners from their beds. As she was off for the day, there was no reason for her to be awake. It hadn't been the alarm; that hadn't been set the night before as neither had to be in work; and it hadn't been her internal clock; she had no trouble sleeping on her days off. And it wasn't the cold; even though it was a bit more so than normal. No, it was none of those. So what had woken her? Rolling onto her side, she reached a hand out for Harry and instead found empty air. Frowning, she lifted her head and looked around the room.

"Harry?" she asked, finding him sitting in the chair by the window.

"Hmm?"

Sitting up, her frown deepened as he stared out the window, lost in thought. "What's wrong?"

Shaking his head as though clearing his mind, he turned and offered a smile. "Just...thinking about Juliet."

Sliding from the bed, she padded barefoot across to him, her arms wrapping around her body for warmth. Stopping in front of him, she lifted a hand and ran it through his short hair. After all they had been through the past few months, she knew he wasn't contemplating his relationship with her. Which meant it was something else. "Still thinking about all her little announcement has stirred up?"

"Well, I am still finding it hard to wrap my mind around. Juliet is pregnant. God, I don't think that woman has a maternal bone in her body. Her husband had to have paid a small fortune to that private clinic for them to even consider trying in vitro; let alone implanting multiple fertilized eggs."

"That's what I don't get. If they've been married for over twenty-five years why do this now; why not earlier?"

"It was a marriage of convenience; at least on Juliet's part. Jonathan was actually in love with her I think but Juliet only saw him for his money and the prestige that came with marrying him. I do know he wanted children though; to carry on his family legacy. That came out during our affair but Juliet didn't. Through all her affairs, she did everything possible to keep from getting pregnant. I'm sure at this point he gave her an ultimatum; have a child via any means possible or lose everything. She's so used to her lifestyle, the inconvenience of carrying a child for nine months would be worth it."

Running a hand over his face, he reached a hand out to her hip. Rubbing his finger in a circle, he slipped back into his earlier thought.

"Hey, it's not anything you need to worry about as terrifying as the thought might be. Certainly not enough to warrant being awake this early."

"It's not that that's got me thinking."

"Than what's wrong?"

Sliding his hand to her back, he lifted his other in a lose hug and pulled her close until she folded herself into his lap. Resting her head on his shoulder, she looked up at him.

Holding her close, he smiled at the feeling of her in his arms. To think, because of their limited communication skills they almost lost this. Kissing her hair, he let his forehead rest against her head as his eyes closed.

"Harry?"

"Her being pregnant...got me thinking."

"About?"

"Kids. Us. Our future. We haven't exactly been careful this past month."

"I don't know, I always thought abstinence was the best form of birth control." Smiling, she kissed the side of his jaw.

"Cheeky. I'm being serious here. We've practiced the exact opposite of safe sex. There's a chance we could be pregnant." Absentmindedly running his hand across her stomach, he watched the steady rise and fall of her chest.

"And that would be a bad thing." she half asked, half stated.

"Would it?" he asked back?

"I asked you first."

"I know, but it's important to me that I know what you're thinking." Reaching down, he gripped her hand.

With a sigh, she cuddled closer. "I've never really thought about it. I mean, yes, I've always wanted children but it's not like I've actually ever been in a relationship long enough for that to happen. To me it's always been something to happen one day. But now..."

"Now?"

Looking up at him, she thought she heard hope in his voice but wasn't sure. Squeezing his hand, she met his eyes. "It's as good as done that we're going to get married. With your will power, it'll be sooner rather than later. It only goes to reason that you'll be the father of my children."

"So you want children with me?"

"I...Harry, what's this about?"

"Please, just answer the question."

"Yes."

"Oh thank God."

"I take it you want to have children with me too?"

"I know I've...screwed up in the past. That I was an awful father to my first two that share my name; that there is a possibility that there's another child somewhere in Russia who's my son. And I honestly never thought about having another child. It wasn't important; not something I thought about. But since our talk that night Juliet told me about being pregnant - I've thought about you being pregnant; about us having a child together. And I like it."

Smiling, she let her head fall back against his shoulder. "I'm not used to open Harry but I must admit, I'm liking it."

Kissing her head again, he smiled. "I've told you, I want us to work. No more hiding."

"We agree on that. But you should know, I'm not pregnant."

"You're sure?"

"Well, I wasn't before Valentine's Day. So I suppose there's a slight possibility but really, what are the chances?"

Shifting his arms under her he stood. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she held onto him as he crossed to the bed. Placing her down in the sheets, he followed her, his lips going to her neck.

"Harry, what are you doing?"

"Increasing the odds."

AN: Hi all. Sorry for the delay in getting this chapter up; I've been unsure where I was going with this. Hopefully I know and it won't be too long between updates. :) Thank you all for the wonderful reviews. Let me know what you think about this bit and if you have any ideas where this should go, please let me know. I'm looking for some inspiration and would love to know where others would like to see this go. Or at least what you'd like to see.